Taming of Tom Paris, Part 7


By Britta
Artwork (c) 2002 by Voyeur. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration of Taming #7

When we entered my cabin, his hands moved immediately to undo his uniform but I intervened saying, "I want to undress you. Stand still and let me." He looked surprised and I explained, "I'm going to show you how it should be done."

I started with the jacket and worked through the layers, gradually exposing him. I set each piece of clothing on the sofa. He could fold them later. When he was naked to the waist I took a break and said, "This isn't part of the process but I want to play a little. I want you to be quiet. Not a sound until I say so."

He nodded and I kissed him. He struggled with whether or not to touch me and I broke the kiss just long enough to say, "Go ahead. It's OKthis time." He brought his hands up, one around my shoulders, the other threading through my hair. I let him do what he liked. Give a little, take a lot. He could touch but not make noise.

I kissed him like it was the first time. I teased, I played, I explored. The softness of his lips and tongue drew me like iron filings to a magnet. I couldn't get enough. I had to keep going back for more, again and again. I only stopped when I ran out of air. I let go of him and stood back, panting. His eyes glittered and he was flushed a delightful shade of pink.

Dropping to the floor, I lifted one of his legs and removed a boot and sock then did the same to the other. I unfastened his trousers and very gently removed them, along with his shorts, keeping in mind he was still suffering from the hard spanking I'd given him earlier. Tossing his clothing aside, I turned him around and said, "Bend over, I want to get a look at you."

His ass was still red. I parted his cheeks and saw redness there as well. I felt the heat radiating from his skin and thought a hot shower would not be a good idea; but a cool one might help matters. I rose and quickly shed my clothes. Grabbing Tom by the hand I pulled him into the bathroom and into the shower with me. He appeared puzzled by the water temperature. I explained, "Your butt can't take it any hotter than this. I know it still hurts, you squirmed on your chair all through dinner."

He blushed and gave me a funny look, then lowered his eyes. I kissed him and said, "Don't ever be embarrassed about the things we do or the consequences either." I reached for the soap and started washing him, beginning with his rear end which I cleaned thoroughly, inside and out. I then positioned him so that the cool water ran over his ass while I concentrated on the rest of him. Finally, covered in soap, I pushed him under the spray for the rinse then moved him out of the line of fire and increased the water temperature for myself.

With a questioning look in my direction, he took the soap and started on me. He did a good job, didn't miss a spot and managed to keep his ass as far away from the hot water as possible. Clean and still in the mood to ravish Tom, we dried each other off and I slipped on my robe.

I thought about taking him then and there but felt something wasn't quite right. I looked at Tom and saw it immediately. Shadows had appeared in his eyes. Something was on his mind. We needed to talk some more. Quashing the urge to throw him down on the nearest flat surface, I took him by the hand and led him into the living area.

Pointing him in the direction of the sofa, I went and poured us some wine. He lay on his side, head propped up on a bent arm, watching my every move. I sat beside him and handing him a glass said, "Talk to me. Tell me what's bothering you."

He took a large swallow, "How did you know?"

"That something was bugging you?"

"Yeah."

"I could see it in your eyes. Earlier you seemed so happy and then the glow faded." I rubbed his cheek with my thumb.

"You mean when we exchanged declarations of undying love?" He grinned wickedly and I saw some of the shadows lift.

I sipped my wine and smiled, "Yes, then you were as happy as I've ever seen you. It seems to me that it was when we were in the shower that you lost some of your sparkle. I want to know what happened. I don't want you to keep secrets from me."

He drank more wine and peered into the depths of his glass for a long moment, then said, "It was when you told me not to be embarrassed by the things we do. That got me thinking." He sipped more wine.

"Go on." I slid my hand down to his hip.

"It's just that I don't know how I'm going to feel about the things we'll do because I don't know what those things will be. I can handle it when you punish me because I know I deserve it. I'm not used to some of the other things you do yet and I'm afraid I'll flip out totally if you tell me to do something and I know I won't like it--does that make any sense?" Frustration and cautiousness colored his voice.

I sighed. "Yes, it makes sense. As I've told you before, if it's too much or if I tell you to do something and you don't want to do it, you need to say so."

"But what would you do then? What if I said no? Would you get mad or be disappointed?" he asked plaintively.

"No. I wouldn't. First, I'd ask you to tell me *why* something bothers you. Then we'd discuss it and either proceed or do something else." I took his chin in my hand, forcing him to look at me. "Tom, you are not a slave. You have rights. I won't ever do anything to you without your consent. The things I have in mind won't harm you. I want us to explore different avenues of expression. Where we'll wind up is anybody's guess. If you ever feel uncertain or scared then you need to tell me." I paused for a minute then continued, "Always tell me how you feel. We won't get very far if you don't."

"But if you've told me to stay quiet?"

I saw now what the problem was. I moved my hand down to his waist and squeezed. "Then you let me know in another way. Stop me from doing whatever bothers you. I'll get the message and we can talk about it. Most of the things we do are ultimately meant for your benefit and our mutual pleasure. If you haven't figured it out yet, what I think you need to learn most is self-control. Once you've mastered that concept, only then will you be able to consciously decide to give that control to someone else; to me, preferably."

"And that's what you want?" he looked somewhat confused.

"Yes. Eventually."

"Jeez, it seems like a lot of work on your end." He frowned and the shadows threatened to increase again.

I finished my wine and set the glass aside. He gulped his down and handed me the glass to get rid of it. I pulled him up into my arms and kissed him then said, "Don't worry about my end. It's the most enjoyable work I can imagine. If I didn't like doing this, I wouldn't do it. Understand?"

He sighed in relief and the remaining shadows evaporated. "Most of it, yes. As for the rest, I'll have to take your word for it." He wriggled uncomfortably. "Can we go to bed now? This couch is hell on my bare ass."

I choked back a snort of laughter and helped him to his feet. Running a hand over the offended portion of his anatomy, I noticed it felt cooler than before our shower. I stated, "I need to check with the Captain. While I do that, you can take care of our clothes." I pointed to the pile of uniform pieces draped over one end of the couch.

He shot me one of those looks that meant 'I'd hoped you'd forgotten about that' and then went ahead with his task. Kathryn and I worked out our schedules for the next day. I needed to spend time in my office and she agreed to deal with the ennui that ensued from being on the bridge in an area of space that, for excitement, rivaled being in spacedock at one of the Federation's ship repair facilities.

Tom finished his task and stood looking out at the stars, his back to me, unconsciously giving me a beautiful view, his bright pink ass setting off the whiteness of the rest of his skin. I was finished with work for the night. Maybe now I could finally fuck him.

Earlier I'd planned on taking him more than once or maybe allowing him to take me but now with all the talking we'd done and the intervening chores, we didn't have enough time for all of that. My desire had not diminished, in fact it had grown. I wanted to make him howl with pleasure and fall asleep holding him in my arms.

Tomorrow I'd begin work on the crew schedules and I planned on taking advantage of my position. Tom was going to be very available to me in the coming weeks. Oh, if he only knew what I had planned for him.

That last thought fueled my passion. I stood and moved behind him, startling him when I snaked my arms around his chest, grinding my hips against his backside. He relaxed into my embrace and leaned his head back to rest on my shoulder saying shyly, "You're gonna fuck me, aren't you?"

I licked his neck and replied, "Yes, I am. Long and hard. I'm going to pound you into the mattress. I've been wanting to do it all day long."

He quivered at the words and I opened my robe to let my cock rub against his still-warmed ass. He gripped my hands hard, whispering, "Tell me how you want it. Tell me what to do."

I knew then what he needed; he needed to be possessed. This evening had somehow breached another barricade and now he was asking for more yet again. I ordered the lights out in this room and moved to stand by his side. Turning him to face me in the starlight that was our only illumination, I removed my robe, letting it fall off my shoulders to lie on the floor.

Reaching for his face, I brought his lips to meet mine and began again from the beginning. I kissed him gently, lightly, tempting him, wooing him, persuading him to let me inside.

When he finally did open up to me, I plundered his mouth with such ferocity that he tried to pull away but I refused to let him go. My arms moved to encase him like bands of duranium. He moaned his acceptance of a situation he could not change and I knew then that he had surrendered completely. I licked and bit at his lips and moved my hands down to his ass. Sore or not, it was mine, all mine.

His hands moved over my back, my head and occasionally my ass. He touched me tentatively as if unsure of my reaction. I moved my mouth to his throat and sucked hard in spots, marking him as my own. I was careful about where I placed my teeth, not willing to advertise our off-duty activities. Still, I let him know in no uncertain terms that he was mine, for now anyway.

I held him tightly, licking his shoulder and then whispered in his ear, "I will take you on your hands and knees. Head down, legs spread wide, with your ass in the air." He twitched in my arms and sucked in a deep breath. This was getting to him. The image alone was enough to turn the heat up. I squeezed his ass cheeks and let my tongue draw a path down to his left nipple where I stopped and played for some time.

I bit down and his fingers spasmed, clawing my hair, holding my head in place. I growled a warning and he let me go with a strangled, "Sorry."

"On your knees," I said quietly. He dropped quickly and I gripped him by the nape of the neck. "Open your mouth." With little warning I shoved my cock inside and began plunging in and out, letting my pleasure build. Gods, he looked so good. Starlight gleaming off his hair as my hard cock moved in and out of his mouth. I could have come like this and been satisfied but not this time. This time I wanted even more and so did he.

Abruptly, I pulled out saying, "Come with me." Grabbing his hand, I led him to the bedroom and ordered the lights to full. He blinked as his eyes adjusted and I looked him up and down. He was so hard. I took his erection into my hand, feeling every inch of it. I rolled his balls with my fingers and longed to taste him. But that could wait. I kissed him and said, "Get into the position I described."

He obeyed, knowing I was standing at the foot of the bed watching him. He assumed the submissive posture, revealing all of himself to my sight. His pink buns stuck up in the air invitingly and I admired the view for a few moments, letting him wait. Finally I retrieved the lube and sat on my heels between his widely spread legs. I set the tube aside and with both hands made a tour of his inner thighs, his hips and the crease at the base of his cheeks.

I reached between his legs, cupping his balls in one hand and leaned down to tongue them. He moaned loudly when I let my teeth scrape lightly over the sensitive skin. I tormented him this way for a minute or two, grasping him gently yet firmly so he dared not move. I licked and sucked one of his balls first, then the other, my fingertips rubbing the base of his dangling cock.

He groaned, "Oooh please, Chakotay, no more! I can't take it."

"Too bad. I like doing this to you. But if you really want me to stop, all you have to say is 'cease and desist' and I will." Giving him an out was something I hadn't needed to do until now. Though from this point on he had to have one.

He writhed as much as he could and whimpered "Oh gods" over and over as I continued tasting him. Eventually, I released my hold on him, then worked my way up to a soft, pink cheek and bit him, sucking his flesh into my mouth hard enough to leave a bruise. He jerked when I did it, so I licked a path across to the other one and did it again. Then I spread his cheeks wide and lightly flicked my tongue over his anus once or twice. He wailed.

I stopped then and reached for the lube. Wetting a finger, I pushed inside him slowly, drawing out the sensation of entering his body. Once fully sheathed, I made him wait. He gave up completely any semblance of control that he thought he had and lowered his face to the mattress. After a full minute, I started to finger him, finding his prostate and ignoring it or massaging in a random pattern.

He never knew what to expect. Sometimes I'd insert my thumb or a finger, maybe more than one. Sometimes he'd receive a delicious rub or maybe not. Gods, this was turning me on: he accepted whatever I gave without a qualm.

When I could wait no longer, I liberally coated my erection. Placing the head of my cock at the entrance to his body, I ordered, "Move backwards, push yourself onto me."

He raised up onto his elbows and then to his hands, slowly but inexorably pressing back, taking me into his body. When he could go no further, I placed my hands on his hips holding him tightly, not letting him move away. I was glad I could retain my control. The lack of urgency on my part taught him much more than any frenzied action could ever do. I would guide this encounter to the very end and there wasn't a thing he could do about it except let me.

Instead of moving within him, I moved him on me. I pushed and pulled him this way and that, controlling the speed and depth of penetration to my own satisfaction. I kept it up, experimenting, imagining him sitting astride me in the future. When my level of arousal reached a critical point, I pulled him to me roughly and held him in place.

Moving us both a bit forward, I said, "Put your head and shoulders down again."

This changed the angle at which we were joined and then I began to move. I'd promised to pound him into the mattress so I proceeded to do so. I watched as he tensed and relaxed, whispering entreaties to all the gods who would listen, his hands making fists, clutching at the sheets. He'd be sure to feel this tomorrow and a good reminder it would be, too, while he sat at the helm and flew the ship through empty space.

Then I let myself go. My thrusts grew harder and faster and if possible, even deeper. I was taking, not giving. I'm sure Tom could tell the difference. This was about power and I felt very powerful as I drove into him again and again, pursuing my climax as relentlessly as Janeway had pursued me when we both had ships of our own.

Tom was beyond anything except making involuntary sounds every now and then. I wondered where he went in his mind while I overloaded his nerves in this way. Thinking of the pleasure I'd get while sucking him off led me to explode and shatter into a billion tiny pieces.

When I collected myself, I pulled out and flipped him onto his back. His entire body was flushed with arousal and his breathing reminded me of an animal just finishing a race. I bent down and slipped his cock into my mouth, glorying in his taste. He was so hot and so hard it only took a few sucks and inspired licks to bring to him to completion.

I moved up to lie beside him and ordered the lights out. He crawled into my arms and I pulled the covers up and over us. He was so out of it, I doubt he even noticed when I kissed him good night.

Morning found me sprawled half over Tom who was fast asleep on his stomach. I brought the lights up and pulled the covers down in order to examine him to see if I'd inflicted any damage the previous evening. His butt sported twin passion marks, one on each round globe. The rosy glow of his skin had faded to near normal and I was pleased to note that when I spread his cheeks I found no sign of trauma.

"Do I pass?" A muffled voice groggily inquired.

"Pass what?"

He turned his head and looked at me blearily. "Inspection. You always do this to me after you punish me. It's one of those things I'm not used to yet." He yawned hugely and blinked a few times.

I patted his ass softly and smiled at him indulgently. "You'll have to learn to live with it. I will always check you out when I've punished you or after I've fucked you particularly hard, as I did last night. I need to know if I've hurt you. That's why I look. And just so you know, yes, you pass."

He turned over and I got a good look at his neck. Frowning, I turned his head from side to side and thought his skin marked up easier than anyone else's I'd ever run across. He saw the expression on my face and understood my apprehension. "Don't worry about the marks. They don't hurt. I just bruise easily," he explained in a voice pitched to calm my fears.

I nodded and said, "In that case, I'll take your word for it but if I ever hurt you and you don't let me know about it, you'll pay one hell of a price later." I looked at him sternly and added, "Do you understand me?"

He grabbed me and hauled me down for a kiss and a promise. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now let's get ready for work and go get breakfast."

We showered and put on our uniforms. His new neck decorations didn't show at all and I was relieved. Just as we were leaving for the mess hall, he remarked, "Cha, I gotta hand it to you."

"Hmm? What are you talking about?"

"'Cease and desist' -- my safe words," he deadpanned.

"Oh. Well, if you don't like them, pick your own. Just be sure to let me know what they are." He rolled his eyes and I kissed him then shoved him out the door and into the hall.

I was anxious to get to work on my cross-training project. I had to congratulate myself for figuring out how to nicely dovetail it with my personal project, who was walking beside me, a thoughtful look on his pretty face.

When we approached the turbolift, he said, "I'll come up with something, never fear. But I have to tell you that your choice just doesn't cut it."

Preoccupied with my own plans, I mollified him by saying, "Whatever you say, dear."

The minute we sat down at the breakfast table, Tom glared at me. "Chakotay!" he hissed.

"What?" I smeared some sort of jam-like substance on a piece of what Neelix called toast and looked back at him, trying hard not to laugh.

"What did you do to me last night? It hurts like hell to sit on this chair." He shifted about attempting to get comfortable. "How am I going to sit at the conn all day long?"

In a teasing tone I replied, "Weeell, first I span--"

He cut me off before I could enumerate all the activities we'd engaged in. "Don't say it. What I really need to know is what the fuck am I going to do about it?"

I put on my serious expression. "You can stop by Sickbay and have the Doctor give you something for the pain." I offered this suggestion just to see the look on his face at the mention of our dear holographic physician.

The picture of disgust, he said, "Shit. That's the last person I want to see right now. Well, almost the last," he amended as his eyes darted to the door as B'Elanna Torres walked in. He sighed melodramatically and sent me a piteous glance. "I guess I'll just have to put up with it."

I finished my meal, if you could call it that and prepared to leave. "Enjoy your day...at the helm," I remarked as I picked up my tray.

He caught my tone and inquired suspiciously, "What's that supposed to mean?"

I grinned and said, "I'll explain at dinner." I knew it would take most of the day to get the schedules for the senior bridge crew worked out.

He shrugged. "OK. Will I see you at all today?"

"Probably not. I'll be in my office most of the time. Right now though, I need to see the Captain." I kissed him quickly and left him to finish his meal alone.

I had a short meeting with Kathryn where all she did was bitch about how boring being stuck on the bridge would be at this time. I told her to practice sending lewd thoughts in Tuvok's direction and that suggestion put the fire back into her eyes. Satisfied that I had a handle on what the cross-training project entailed and looking forward to playing mind games with her lover, she let me go.

In between appointments with various people, including a counseling session or two, I managed to work out who was supposed to go where and when.

My last visitor was Dalby who had indeed come to apologize. I thought later that by his manner alone it was obvious that the paddle had made the difference in his attitude. Maybe he was a masochist or he just needed to be kept in line, physically. Perhaps that was why he'd been hounding B'Elanna all these years. She'd do a wonderful job of controlling him, of that I was certain. I filed this thought away with all the rest I had concerning those two and decided to call it a night.

I asked the computer to locate Tom and found he was in Sandrine's, no doubt playing pool with Harry. My shift had gone longer than I'd planned so I didn't know if Tom had eaten dinner yet. I made my way to holodeck Two and entered the bar, only to hear Tom grousing to Harry about how dull flying had been today.

They were standing near the pool table, trading shots. Harry countered with a complaint of his own about how there was 'nothing, absolutely nothing' showing up on even the long-range scans.

They spotted me and abandoned the game. As I approached, Harry said, "Commander, what are we supposed to do all day long if nothing's happening? I don't mean to complain but it's so dead on the bridge that even running diagnostics over and over again won't keep me awake for the next few months."

I smiled at him reassuringly and responded, "Don't worry about it, Ensign. I have a plan. You'll find out the details tomorrow morning at the staff meeting, OK?"

He sighed in relief. "More than OK. I was about to suggest bringing my clarinet to the bridge just to provide a diversion."

Tom laughed at that and I could just picture the scene; an impromptu concert being given on the bridge.

Sensing that Tom and I needed to be alone, Harry discreetly left. I gave Tom a quick kiss and asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

He shook his head. "No. I tried but couldn't bring myself to eat anything Neelix had prepared. I thought I'd wait for you and then spend some of my ill-gotten gains on feeding the both of us." His eyes glanced toward the pool table meaningfully. "Are you interested?"

I smiled at him saying, "Yes. I'm starved. What did you have in mind?"

He sidled closer to me and replied, "How about a tostada or cheese enchiladas? Maybe a little something with jalapeno peppers? Hmm?" He kissed my cheek and exhaled into my ear, "Would you like to eat something hot tonight?"

I caught his drift and laughed to myself. Surely he felt better than he did this morning. I couldn't help teasing him. "Is this a request for me to smear hot sauce all over your body and lick it off?"

He grinned wickedly, "You can smear anything you like on me and lick it off. I won't mind at all. Now, how about we go home and then I decide what we have for dinner?"

"All right, let's go." Taking his hand in mine, we left the bar. On the way to my quarters I kept thinking about the new schedules due to go into effect the next day. I hoped things would proceed smoothly, but reminded myself to always expect the unexpected.

As it turned out, we had something rather bland to eat. Plates of pasta primavera graced my table and I asked, "Where's all that hot stuff you mentioned earlier?"

Smirking, he replied, "That's for dessert."

My mind tried to figure out what he meant but couldn't come up with anything other than some truly hideous combinations such as garlic ice cream. As we ate, I filled him in on the plans for the cross-training exercise.

He seemed thrilled at getting to spend some time with me but objected to the fact that he'd only be at the helm when he was training others. Then he went ballistic when I told him that the majority of every day would be spent in Sickbay.

I tried to explain why this plan had to be put into effect and how it would benefit the ship but he wasn't listening. Tough. He'd have to do it anyway. We couldn't get along forever with just a hologram for a doctor and whether or not he liked it, Tom would become the backup medic. He'd be doing a lot of studying in the months to come.

He fussed and fumed until we cleared the table. Then I pulled him over to the couch. "Stop pouting and listen to me. You will do this, like it or not. It doesn't have to be as bad as you're making it."

"But Cha, he hates me!"

"Tom, he's a hologram, he doesn't hate you. He just wasn't programmed to deal with people on a full-time basis. If you think about this and look at the assignment from a different perspective, it will be much more enjoyable for you." I settled him into my arms and kissed him, trying to remove the doubt-filled expression from his face.

"Enjoyable? I don't see how that's even a remote possibility. If you can convince me that there's the slightest chance I will have an ounce of fun doing this, I'll suck you off at lunch time every day for a week."

"What a sacrifice, you'd do that anyway if I let you." He would, too.

He nestled closer to me. "You know it. So tell me how to make this a bearable experience."

"First of all, don't look at it as a problem you have to contend with. Try to see it as a set of challenges. One challenge is that you get to learn lots of very interesting and useful things. The second is dealing with who will be teaching you. Don't forget that you have control over your reactions. You can choose to let him get to you or not. In fact, you might even be able to teach him a thing or two, help him enhance his subroutines that handle interpersonal action. Be honest with him and tell him when he says or does something that drives you nuts. But be prepared for him ask all sorts of questions. This will do both of you some good on a personal level as well as a professional one." I stopped with the long explanation to see how Tom would react.

He was frowning slightly, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I think I understand what you mean. It just might work." His frown disappeared, filling me with a sense of relief.

"It will work if you give it a chance. Your attitude can make all the difference. Furthermore, I want you to do your best with this and set a good example for the rest of the crew. This project is my baby and everyone's going to know that. Your behavior is going to reflect on me now that we're together and that means I have a vested interest. I will be watching you, along with everyone else. If you encounter any problems, come to me. And one last thing, if you don't do your best, you'll be across my lap so fast, you won't know what hit you. Got that?"

"Is that a threat or a promise?" he drawled.

"Both." A little motivation never hurts, I thought. "So what's for dessert?"

He kissed me and wormed a hand inside my uniform. "Do you still want something hot?"

"Mm hmm." I was busy nibbling an ear.

"Ooh, well, you can have some cake with cinnamon frosting...or you can have me with or without the cinnamon frosting. Your choice." He whispered as he deftly unfastened every fastener on my uniform.

"Hmm, decisions, decisions. I can have you anytime I like so I guess it had better be the cake." I gave him a pat and settled back against the couch.

He gave me a long searching look between heaving breaths and said, "You're kidding, right?" He reached out to touch my face, fingers trailing over my tattoo.

"What do you think?" I asked him as I took hold of his cock in one hand and used the other to bring his head close for a searing kiss.

Pulling back, he said, "You really had me going there for a minute." He looked so worried I kissed him again. Panting, he murmured, "So how do you want me?"

"In the bathtub."

"The bathtub?"

"Yes. It's been a long day for me and I want to soak a bit. It wouldn't hurt you either." I patted his ass.

Comprehension dawned. "Oh."

I helped him to his feet where he stripped me quickly yet gently. "I'll run the bath while you take care of my clothes. Meet me in there when you're done."

He nodded and sorted out which things needed to be cleaned, which to put away.

I settled into the water and felt the tension dissipate. Sometimes it gets really overwhelming; the isolation of being stuck out here with no relief or any kind of support. Having Tom in my life made things so much easier to bear. The more we were together, the happier I became. I was looking forward to the next few months as Tom and I would inevitably grow even closer.

Being with him was a balm to my soul. I never expected it to be so good. He was full of surprises as well as contradictions. He had mixed reactions to things and I found him and his foibles totally fascinating. I was learning him, seeing what he needed and how the results of different events affected him. He could easily become a lifetime obsession.

He walked into the room, interrupting my musing by blurting out, "Bubbles! You put bubbles in there?"

Amused, I said, "Sure. What's wrong with that?"

"Uh, nothing, I guess. I just didn't figure you as the bubble type."

"Well, now you know. Come on in, the water's fine."

He stepped into the tub carefully and sat down between my legs with his back to me. I pulled him back to rest against my chest and trailed soapy hands all over him. He relaxed and began rubbing my legs.

We sat there and soaked and fondled each other. I reached around and held his cock in my hand, keeping him at a low level of arousal while we talked some more about the cross-training project.

"What will everybody else be doing while I'm languishing in Sickbay?" he inquired curiously.

"Well, I'll be bouncing around the sciences. If you want to know about anybody else, you'll have to ask them directly. I'll be handing out assignments tomorrow morning."

After the bubbles dissolved, we rinsed off in the shower and dried ourselves. We finished performing our evening ablutions and then headed for bed. I pulled Tom down to lie next to me and kissed him.

"So is it time for dessert?" he said softly as I caressed his chest.

Instead of answering him with words I shifted position 180 degrees and starting with his feet worked my way up to his cock using my tongue. He mirrored my actions and we met halfway, coming to rest in the classic 69 position. The loving was slow and easy, a gentle ending to a long day. When we finished, it was all I could do to move us under the covers and order the lights out. Then one last kiss before dreaming.

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